a single calm caressing my skin,

lingers in a soft spray of aftershave.

Fine upholstery in all its glory

parading sinful evidence,

a red linen covers modesty.

Pleading for a saviour,

I instantly weep silver tears

upon a hunchbacked persona.

A soft spot for the muted

and a gleaming pointed tool

clinically does the job.

Inspiration drawn from Patricia Cornwell's Kay Scarpetta and Ani DiFranco's "32 Flavors".